it was way back in eighth grade or maybe ninth
dude was supposed to be graduating in ’89
too careless to study so he was way behind
a knockout with the ladies yo he was crazy fly
rocked a flat top fade with the wavy lines
hadn’t acknowledged me yet but i gave him time
so one day he needed a pen of course i gave him mine
hmmmmm…..a penetrating gaze met through lazy eyes
suggests he was not narrowly straight but maybe bi
if i’d had a little confidence well then maybe i
woulda slipped him an invitation to hang sometime
we’d pitch a tent and settle in on the greener side
high school friends with benefits until he’d decide
the intimacy feels forced to me, or so he’d confide
extended an offer of friendship although he declined
returned the pen to me promptly but as he walked by
i caught a whiff of a scent i’d always remember him by
it’s amazing the perfect hindsight a good memory provides
he’d grow serious about his studies and graduate on time
spare his family the agony of such a wasted life
and i’ll no longer feel torment in a walgreens aisle
with men’s fragrances what i’m saying is it’s ok for a little while